S e l e n e
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I hated crying. I hate the way it tightens my throat, restrain my chest, and make it difficult to breathe. I hate never being able to properly express my emotions as a child, resulting in being unable to voice my thoughts. Sadness often didn’t trigger my tears, I’ve been through enough pain for my eyes to dry. When angered, I become anxious, and my emotions tense.
I cry without wanting to. Like the rest of my life, I can’t even control my own emotions.
I didn’t mean to upset the Thornov brothers with my inadequacy. I didn’t mean to further irritate Killian with my tears, make Chester wary of me, Nicolas frown in my direction, or even invoke Jasper’s silence around me.
I tried, really.
I tried.
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